Cosma Empire

“Yes, I have to mention a little here, so there will be a Mabdura style…”, Dryle holds the hand of a handsome boy and carries some graffiti on the canvas that people don’t understand. It is often referred to as “art” by normal people. Sometimes what art needs is to not understand, or what are the artists who are proud of the world?

He felt the small hand full of masculinity in his hand, gently lie on the boy’s shoulder, greedily sniffing the smell of the boy’s body. He felt like he was about to fly to the sky. If it wasn’t for the last two damn guys who were still staring at him, he might have to bring the little boy to the secret room to discuss higher art.

Some greedy retracted their hands and straightened up, looking at the drawing boards in front of other children, constantly nodded. Although Dryle’s own artistry is still open to question, his ability to appreciate art is not bad. In these few children, he is very optimistic about a girl and a boy. He thinks these two children have real artistic cells, if they can Entering a good art Academy, it is very likely to become an amazing artist.

Just as he was imagining that he had trained many artists, when the art world was also famous for himself, a rough and barbaric footstep alerted him. He turned around impatiently, holding his chest angrily, and squinting at the guy who had broken the mood. He knew that person, the driver of Mrs. Vivian.

The speed at which he changed his face was like the level of his artist. It should be super-class, and he immediately changed his face and greeted him. Just as he was about to ask why Mrs. Vivian didn’t come in, the driver first opened his mouth. “The mayor invited you to a trip, I hope you don’t make me embarrassed.”

Dryle’s face changed slightly. He arranged for the assistant to take care of the children, and then sorted out his dress and wiped some cosmetics before returning to the mayor’s manor.

This is the second time that Dryle has met the mayor, the first time at the Chamber of Commerce’s art auction, where he appreciates some of the artwork for Mrs. Vivian, just as the mayor is, but the two are just each other. After saying hello, there is no more to say a word. The mayor of the city even left directly. Therefore, this is the second time that the two met at a close distance. This made Dryle feel a little discomfort. He couldn’t say why he felt uncomfortable, but in general he was flustered.

“I heard that the lady has been buying some expensive artworks from you, isn’t it?” The mayor did not ask him what he wanted to know, but instead opened the topic that was neither important nor relevant. Head, “I can see that the lady likes art very much, and those artworks are full of a storage room.”

Dryle only laughed during the time when the mayor spoke. He kept his guilty conscience and he knew the “real situation” of his artworks. To put it bluntly, nothing more than the reward for the pimping of the noble ladies. Direct money is too easy to be suspicious, but the way to pay for the purchase of art is much normal. Because everyone’s ability to appreciate art is different, maybe you think that a certain art is worthless, but in the eyes of those who like it, it is invaluable. This controversial and extremely desirable payment method has made Dryle save a lot of trouble and is concealed enough. To this day, many people still don’t know what his real business is.

“How much do you think your so-called artworks can be worth?” The mayor’s smile looks very kind, but I don’t know what’s wrong. Dryle always feels that the mayor is very dangerous.

“Probably… worth some money?”, Dryle tried carefully and said that the mayor did not have a clear objection. He was slightly sighed in relief and continued: “The art is actually difficult to understand, just like Mr. Mark’s ‘Genesis’, that is just a circle drawn on a canvas with a variety of colors. I can do it with such painting techniques and painting results, but the meaning of what I paint is far. Not as high as ‘Genesis’.”

He said with a strong heart: “Everyone has a position in the heart of the art, either high or low, but the art itself is priceless!”

The mayor bowed his head very seriously. “You said something, but I asked the big artists from Ordo and the capital to taste the artworks you sold to your wife. They told me that those things are not even apprentices. Must be comparable, what do you think of this?”

Of course, it is not the same. Those are just the children’s graffiti. Their real purpose is to cover up the “smuggling capital”. How can they sell real art to these noble women? On this, Dryle just smiled awkwardly and did not raise any objections. He is willing to know that it is more meaningful to shut up at this time than to explain.

Seeing the fire is almost the same, the mayor of the city said slowly: “I understand what you are doing, what they are doing, now I don’t want to manage so many things, you just have to tell my wife who I am with.” ”

Dryle was silent. He knew that someone would see his business someday, but he didn’t think it would be so fast. He didn’t think that the person who saw his business was so high.

“I don’t want to say it?” The mayor shook his head. “Or do you think that silence can fight against problems you can’t avoid?”

Dryle remained silent, and the next second, the mayor rose to pick up the crystal ashtray, which was a few pounds on the coffee table, and slammed it into Dryle’s head. People always say how hard the bones are, maybe the bones are really hard, but the flesh is very soft. Blood ran down the forehead, and Dryle’s eyes were dark, some flashes were shining, and the stun of the whirlwind made him unable to hit his attention.

With a bang, Dryle’s head jerked to one side again, and the heat in the nose could not stop. He reached out and touched it, not blood, it was a clear liquid, and he realized that the danger was coming again, only to realize that he would hold his head with both hands. The heavy pain in his arm hurts him to scream at this time, but the mayor has long told him that no one will come in.

“Oh, holding a secret may cost you a life, but when you say it, you won’t lose anything.” The mayor, who was slightly gasping, threw the crystal ashtray back on the coffee table and sat back. He took out the handcuffs from his pocket, wiped the blood from his hand, and struck the red spot that the handcuffs infested.